There Is A Reason

There is a reason for everything. The reason I come to see you is because I love you. Then there is time. Time, like most things, becomes more valuable the less of it there is. Every day that passes is one less day and a memory gained. So, a day passes and it was decided to invest the time on something or someone else, and that is OK , because I'm sure there was a reason, possibly a good reason. I guard against those days for I fear I have more reasons than I have time and for that reason, I will always have time For you.